In praise of watching live sex
Since Lucretia MacEvil and and I have had an open relationship and have attended many swingers parties and had threesomes and foursomes and moresomes, I’ve found that porn has little exciting factors to me anymore. After experiencing these things first-hand and from a total sensory point-of-view, what I see on the screen just doesn’t compare. Sure, the sex is hot, but it’s lacking an important aspect: real life.
What you see on a screen can in no way replace what you want to see and the sounds and the fragrance of different colognes, perfumes, sweat and sex. Things that make-up the whole experience of sex, not just two people fucking on a 42″ flat screen. Sure, I won’t turn-down watching a porn movie, but it’s just not the same. The directors and producer show you what they want you to see, not what you want to see. You hear what they want you to hear, not want you want to hear; and rarely is what they want you to hear anything close to what real sex sounds like.
And then there is the scent of sex that is missing. Carnal. Primitive. It acts on a part of the brain that nothing else does. It can’t be explained, it just is part of 200,000 years of human genetic makeup. For me it’s an incredible high, one that lasts for weeks afterward and just thinking about can trigger sexual arousal. No drug can compare.
In that vein, I came across a blog entry by a Twitter friend today that’s all about this. I recommend you read it.